He studied my face again for several seconds and he grunted, as if he was satisfied with something that he saw. And then his thigh started moving against my core again and I moaned out. I was lost, the sweet relief of the mindlessness he was bringing me more addicting than any drug I could imagine.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "If you do, just say the word, and I'll stop."
I shook my head from side to side. "No, don't stop. Don’t stop," I breathed out, sweet, heady pleasure coursing through my veins.
As he moved, he started talking, "I'm not going to play games with you, Grace," he said, his voice smooth and low. "I got a whole lotta shit that I'm pushing aside, against my better judgment, to give things a shot between us."
His hands came down from the wall and moved up my ribcage, opening my jacket. "Why?" I breathed.
He chuckled. "Because apparently when it comes to you, I'm a damn fool," he said, but I heard the smile in his voice even though my eyes had fluttered closed again.
His hands came up to my br**sts and his thumbs rubbed my ni**les through my thin blouse. I gasped out, a surge of moisture flowing down to my core. Something was… I should stop this, I just… I couldn't think. I didn't want to think.
"I never could purge you from my blood, Buttercup," he whispered. I moaned. I could feel an orgasm just beyond my reach and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly, I was desperate. "I don't think I ever wanted to," he said, moving closer to my ear. "I want you to give us a chance too," he said.
He leaned in and started kissing up my neck, his lips as soft as butterflies against my skin, his thigh circling faster against my core, his thumbs moving over my ni**les. I started panting.
"Have you f**ked anyone since me?" he asked. I was brainless, mindless, nothing mattered except the intense pleasure just beyond my grasp.
"No! No!" I admitted. "Ahhh. Oh God, Carson. No, not since you," I breathed out.
"God, I like that," he growled into my ear and then kissed up my neck, licking and sucking the skin gently. His movements sped up, tipping me over the edge, intense waves of pleasure washing through me, making me shudder against him. Just as I was about to scream out, he plastered his mouth on top of mine, drinking me in, moaning himself, as I panted into his mouth.
As I came down, my foggy brain clearing, and reality rushing back in, I looked up dazedly into his eyes.
He was gazing at me intensely, his eyes dark with hunger, but with something tender too. I was mesmerized.
He opened his mouth to speak when there was a loud knock on the door. It jolted me fully back to reality. I gasped and started moving away from him, shimmying my skirt down over my h*ps as he took his leg down and moved away from me too.
"Stay there," he said quietly to me. "Who is it?" he called out.
"It's me, man," I heard from the other side of the door.
Carson swore under his breath and glanced over at me, his eyes running down my body to make sure I was decent, I assumed.
He pulled the door open. "Hey, Leland. What's up?"
"They're almost here," I heard him say.
Carson paused and huffed out a breath. "Okay, I'll be right there," he said.
I heard the man on the other side of the door let out a small laugh. "You got a woman in there or what?"
The reality of what had just happened washed over me. I smoothed my skirt down and walked around Carson, moving out the door. "Um, if I have any more questions, I'll call you," I said, stepping around a large man about our age with dark, almost black hair, wearing a dark blue suit.
I caught the surprised expression on his face just as I turned and started walking quickly back up the hallway, toward the casino.
"Grace–" Carson called out, but I ignored him and sped up, my legs weak as I practically ran to my car.
As I pulled out of the garage, I waited to turn onto the street as an entourage of black limousines and SUV's with international flags, made their way in front of me and pulled to a stop in front of Trilogy. I craned my neck to watch as Carson walked out the front doors of the hotel and shook hands with a man getting out of the first limousine. I supposed foreign dignitaries stayed in Vegas all the time. I looked away and turned in the other direction, driving away as quickly as possible.
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Carson
I was alone in the small room. I walked to the corner and stood the tiny Dixie cup upright. It had fallen over with my last throw. I moved back to my chair and sat down and aimed again.
"He shoots! He scores!" I said quietly as my dime plunked straight into the small cup.
I retrieved the dime and shot a couple more times, making each shot easily. I was bored. I stood looking at the closed door for a few seconds, and finally walked over to it and turned the doorknob.
Someone was usually in here with me, but today there wasn't anyone. They hadn't had anyone extra to "babysit" me. I rolled my eyes. I was hardly a baby. I was eight years old. The man of the house.
I knew what my mom was doing and it made me sick. It made my stomach turn to know that she was under the covers with some man, naked, while they made a movie. She called herself an actress, but I had heard other people, people who whispered behind my back, call her a whore. I knew what a whore was, of course. I knew it meant that she screwed people for money. And I knew it was true. Every time I asked her to stop doing the job she was doing, she would yell at me and ask me how else I expected to eat.